"Actually, I did 'get caught'. Got my ship shot out from under me when I tried to run a blockade the authorities set up to catch me. I think they assumed I kicked the bucket when my ship blew up."
"Yeah; let's just say I'm not making those mistakes twice. Which is why I say that 'tachyon well' needs to go."
"Eh, you know, the outfit, the weapons; the fact that you look like you stepped out of an old western film?"
"All you're missing is a horse. Maybe a motorcycle'll do in a pinch? A steel horse!" Lucca chuckles, thinking about the image that came to mind.
"And they have those 'hover bikes' now. I never got one 'cause the ship was more than enough for my work, but one of those at full throttle gotta be quite the ride."
"Why would it be against being a rifleman? Ever heard of the dragoons? Guys who would ride in on horseback, dismount, and fight on the ground. Kinda was the precursor to riding around in trucks or APCs; I never said you had to fight while riding, just that getting to where you need to go is less of a pain when you're riding."
"Shame it's a little late to pick up some of those hoverbikes, we're kinda past the point of no return; unless one of the gearheads wants to speak up."
"I guess the other benefit of a ride is so you can haul around one of those 'stick two wheels on it, and it's a cannon' type guns." Lucca gives another aside glance to Phateon. "You know, if you want to join in on our little chat, feel free to speak up!"
